Caught in the act
Spelly7
Summary:
Head Girl Daphne Greengrass catches Hermione and Harry in a very compromising position.
The only way to not be punished is to help Daphne out with a problem of hers.
Notes:
(See the end of the work for notes.)
Chapter 1: Chapter 1
Chapter Text
The hallways were dead silent like usual, each steps echoing off the cold stone walls.
It was during nights like these, where the whole castle slept that Daphne was able to enjoy the bliss of silence. The serene calm of the night, undisturbed by the daily hustle and bustle of students and teachers alike.
It was also, however, extremely boring.
Daphne Greengrass being appointed as head girl had come as a major shock to all those in their year.
Everyone, down to even Crabbe and Goyle, surprisingly enough, had been under the impression that Hermione Granger was to become head girl. Thus, it had been even sweeter of a victory when Daphne had snatched that title from right under Granger's nose.
She'd always treasure the positively bewildered; not even angry, just confused expression all occupants of the great hall had had when she'd been handed the badge.
The mere memory brought a smile to her face.
Truth be told, she'd hated always disliked Granger. Not due to her muggleborn status; she didn't believe in blood purity, no matter how much her parents staunchly held that belief. No, she'd disliked Granger because she was the perfect example of a model student. Always on time, responsive in class, top of her year, the perfect picture. She was also quite attractive, having really blossomed in the past year.
She could really have given Daphne a run for her money as 'Hogwarts' most beautiful girl', a title which many of her year had bestowed upon her.
Daphne much preferred it to 'Ice Queen'. Her long, silky blonde hair, almost glowing fair skin, icy blue eyes that looked like they were staring into your soul, along with a perfect, knockout body more than justified the title. Still, Hermione remained a thorn in her side.
Granger seemed to have a natural aptitude for learning, a magic-given gift which she hadn't witnessed in anyone else. She'd needed to work twice as hard to measure up to the witch, but she'd done it. All that studying, all those apprenticeships had paid off and she'd become head girl.
Becoming head girl was just the first step into her ascent to prominence in the world and truly becoming the Greengrass heiress.
However, truth be told, it wasn't enough. Being a Slytherin, Daphne was cunning. She held onto grudges like an inexperienced first-year on an out-of-control broom. All those years of being ignored as Granger basked in praise and those feelings of insecurity could never be dispelled.
She yearned for one last revenge, if not public, then at least personal.
Daphne was ruthless. She hated to go out on a dull note.
As she strolled through the silent halls, she absently twirled her wand in her hands.
As head girl, she was obligated to patrol almost every week. She shared that responsibility with the Head Boy, Harry Potter; the Gryffindor golden boy. Her beautiful face contorted into a frown just thinking about him. The reason Potter was so bloody popular was not just due to his good looks; he had led the Gryffindor Quidditch team to victory for six out of the past seven years, a campaign of dominance that had ensured Gryffindor won the house cup nearly every year.
Not that Daphne cared much for the sport, but seeing Malfoy and his goons mope and sulk around the common room and bitch about Potter had really made it difficult to study, or even enjoy her free time.
Add that to the fact that the guy was quite simply arrogant; not overly so, but the nonchalant, almost bragging way in which he'd blatantly flirted with her in the first week, only to ignore most of his head boy duties really struck a chord with her.
He'd strangely toned down the flirting now, but his demeanor still bothered her. How so many witches were obsessed with him, she didn't know. He was supposed to accompany her on this very walk, and she'd have not minded his presence that much; preferable to the bland silence of the castle.
She had just rounded the corner when she suddenly whirled around. Her ears perked, and she was sure she's heard something from beyond the door to the abandoned classroom a few meters behind.
Daphne palmed her wand as she pressed her ear against the wall. She could barely make out two voices, both high-pitched. Aside from that, a strange sound... she couldn't place her finger on it.
Raising her wand, she swished it downward. "Homonum Revelio," she whispered.
It was a neat little spell which would reveal all the occupants in the room, and as she had put sufficient power into the spell, would make the humans visible through all opaque surfaces.
She almost dropped her wand when she saw them.
Hermione Granger and Harry Potter were in the room. That itself would have made her curious, as a model student such as Hermione wouldn't get caught sneaking out a night and risking losing house points along with detention.
It was what they were doing which surprised her.
Both were naked, and Hermione leaned against a table, throwing her head back as her sexy body was displayed. The moonlight hit her skin and made it glow, her large breasts looking impossibly soft. She was gently rocking her hips, releasing what looked to be quiet moans and gasps.
Daphne's wide eyes travelled down her bust, to her taut stomach and past her navel to see her threading her fingers through messy, jet-black locks of hair. Harry Potter was on his knees, pleasuring Hermione's cock. He slowly bobbed on it, before taking it out and placing flat licks on it's underside, making the brunette mewl in pleasure.
His back was to her, but the rapid jerk of his hand as he pleasured himself was unmistakable.
This was the last thing Daphne expected, but she wasn't really that surprised; Potter and Granger were 'best friends', but several people were speculating that there was something going on between them.
The way Granger's eyes shone as she bit her lip, tracing his jawline as he sucked her cock made her speculate this wasn't their first time doing this.
She could imagine the sheer scandal it would cause for Harry Potter to be revealed sucking off 'The Brightest Witch of her age' in an abandoned classroom at midnight.
However, even she couldn't deny the sight was hot as hell. She knew Granger was pretty, but fuck, her body was amazing. Her skin glistened slightly as it beaded with sweat, her breasts rising and falling as she panted. Even Potter looked quite delectable, from what she could see. He'd always had a slim, androgynous build, which was why he had been hailed as 'the perfect seeker'.
His shoulders weren't very wide, and they led down to a narrow waist with quite a sexy-looking ass. Daphne knew Harry Potter wasn't exactly the most hunky guy around, but from this angle, he looked like a slutty girl worshipping some girlcock.
The sight turned on Daphne more than it should have. She bit her lip as she felt her own erection stirring in her panties. She had to do something about this. An impish smile made its way to her face, however, as a plan began forming in her head.
She readied herself before unlocking the door, grabbing the doorknob and pushing it open.
The reaction of absolute shock on Granger's face, as even Potter let go of her appendage to whirl around in surprise was priceless; she should've brought a camera.
"Well, isn't this a surprise?" She smirked.
Harry gasped and hastily covered himself, followed by Granger.
"What the fuck are you doing here, Greengrass?" Potter snapped, before being half-heartedly shushed by Granger for his language.
"You know, Potter, that's funny; I should be asking you that, especially since you've so wisely forsaken your Head Boy duties to be here," Daphne responded with a sneer of her own.
Harry glared at her slightly, and Daphne noted that, yes, he looked not much more macho from the front either. His body resembled a prepubescent girl, flat, yet visibly girly. His knees were together as he covered his genitalia with one hand.
"Okay, Greengrass, how about we pretend this never happened and be on our way?" Granger tried a placating smile, offering to leave and go straight back to Gryffindor tower.
"You can't be that naive, Granger. You're stupid if you think I'm letting you off the hook."
She could see the two start to get more nervous.
"So, we could do this two ways; I could either walk you both straight to McGonagall's office and have you put under merlin knows how many detentions, or," she smirked slyly, "I could forget all this... if you both do as I say."
Hermione raised an eyebrow, and even Potter looked to be on guard. "Do as you say?"
Even though the rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor wasn't that serious, it still existed, and either side was bound to be pranked or harmed in some way or the other.
"Yes," Daphne couldn't hold in her smile anymore. "Do as I say."
"And that involves what, exactly? Making us scrub the floor while we proclaim the superiority of snakes?" Harry snarked.
Even on being caught on his knees, the boy still had the gall to show attitude.
"No, you can start by helping solve a problem that you both have created," Daphne explained calmly.
A moment passed as Daphne let their confused stares rest on her.
"Crawl, Potter."
"Sorry?"
"I said crawl. Crawl towards me. Do what I tell you unless you was to face consequences."
Daphne was already enjoying this, bossing around the Golden Boy, knowing he couldn't do anything about it.
She could see Harry's face contort into a sneer, along with Hermione's bewildered, incensed stare as Harry was forced to get on all fours and crawl toward her. Daphne had time to appreciate the sway of his ass as he neared her.
Daphne shut the door behind her, using some locking charms to seal it in place before turning her attention back to the boy in front of her, who had stopped at her feet, still glaring up at her.
"Pull down my skirt, Potter."
She didn't even need to look up to know Hermione's eyes widened, her stare turning murderous. Smart girl. She knew exactly what Daphne wanted to do, and she was furious.
Harry, however, was taken aback. "What?"
"Pull down my skirt, and don't make me repeat anything else form now on." Daphne's tone was crisp and clear, yet inside she was giddy with joy. She would enjoy Granger's face as she made Potter, her(presumably) boyfriend, do whatever she wanted.
Daphne's face gained a cruel smirk. Oh yes, this would be her final and best revenge.
She felt Potter's uncertain grip on her skirt before he hesitantly began to drag it down her smooth thighs.
His eyes widened as her straining erection was revealed. She had already unbuttoned her shirt and let it fall behind her, leaving her in a sexy, matching black pair of bra and panties.
Daphne smirked as her gorgeous body was revealed to him. She enjoyed the feeling of Potter's eyes tracing her body, ogling her cleavage, her taut, flat stomach, her smooth thighs and long legs, and most importantly, her throbbing cock.
It had been a while since she'd gotten a blowjob; it had been Astoria's O.W.L year and she didn't want to distract her sister much. However, now she wasn't just going to have the Gryffindor golden boy sucking her cock, he was going to do it in front of his girlfriend, her rival, Hermione Granger.
"Pull down my panties."
Harry gulped, and his trembling hands gripped the waistband before dragging them downward, pooling at her feet.
Her large cock was quickly freed, bobbing slightly. It was long and smooth, precum already dripping from her slit as she watched Potter take it in. She was shaved, her whole body smooth and hairless, resulting in a delectable sight.
Daphne grinned as Potter blushed, biting his lip subconsciously.
"Big, isn't it, Potter? Much more befitting for a witch than what you have," she smirked, for she'd been surprised to discover Harry's cock was quite small; not a micropenis for sure, but noticeably smaller than average. Dark glee spread through her as she contemplated Harry Potter having a small cock.
She prodded his cock, which was still hard, dripping precum with her shoe. "Tsk, tsk, you're turned on by looking at my cock, aren't you, Potter? I never expected you to be such a cockslut, getting so horny by looking at bigger dicks,"
Harry's cheeks tinged pink, her teasing seemingly turning him on even more. Pathetic.
She finally looked at Granger to see her furious, gritting her teeth as she watched her lover ogle Daphne.
"Come on then, Potter, it isn't going to stroke itself," she snapped.
Harry wet his lips, before reaching and wrapping his hand around her shaft, beginning to slowly stroke her. He then added his second hand and began to stroke her bigger cock, and Daphne didn't miss the way his thighs rubbed together as he tried to relieve his throbbing cock.
"Mm, just like that... use your mouth, Potter," Daphne gasped.
Harry looked up at her for a moment, before wrapping his lips around her sensitive head, making her hiss in pleasure as he began to take more of her cock in. Harry gripped her thigh to steady himself, sinking down on more and more of her cock with practiced ease.
"Fuck, you're so good," Daphne moaned, feeling his warm, wet mouth envelope her cock.
Potter didn't even need to be told what to do, as he fully took her to the hilt, his nose digging against her hairless pubes before he began to cock back, coating her hard length in his spit.
He then sunk ahead again, and Daphne loved the occasional spasm of his throat as her length proved to be slightly too much for the wizard. He released a pleased moan as his cock throbbed as he sucked her off.
Apparently, having thick girlcock in his mouth was all it took to set Potter off, as he shamelessly reached down to wrap his hand around his cock easily, stroking himself.
Daphne made hard eye contact with Granger, noting with glee how it made her even more angry. However, Granger's body had other plans, as her length bobbed, her arousal out of her control.
In a show of dominance, Daphne ran her hand through Harry's hair before gripping his head and forcing him down, causing him to gag. She moaned, rocking her hips into his face, never breaking eye contact with Granger, whose eyes displayed confusion, and even more arousal.
She could see Hermione burn with shame as her cock dripped precum, ashamed at her arousal at her lover enthusiastically sucking off another witch. Daphne almost felt bad, if it were not for the amazing blowjob that Potter was giving her.
"Granger, get down here and help him out," Daphne ordered.
Granger glared at her all the way, staring her down before kneeling just like Harry, her glare softening as she watched him deepthroat her. Her eyes steeled as she nudged Harry away, before placing a flat licking all the way from Daphne's balls to her lip, starting to suck her.
Daphne threw her head back in pleasure. Granger's glare never faltered, and Daphne made sure to stare deep into her brown eyes to remind her whose cock she was sucking, at whose mercy she was.
The feeling of seeing proud, gorgeous Hermione on her knees, sucking her cock like a cheap whore was intoxicating, and empowering.
"Mm, you couldn't help yourself, could you? Seeing your slut of a boyfriend sucking me off like a knockturn alley slut wasn't enough, you just had to get a taste yourself," Daphne taunted, enjoying every second of watching the fiery rebellion in Hermione's eyes as she was compelled to suck her.
Harry, meanwhile, squeezed Hermione's breast as he kissed her balls, gently placing kisses and licks up her navel before going back down again.
"Potter's definitely more into it, Granger, a slut like him, he's almost worshipping me." Daphne almost laughed as Hermione's eyes blazed, her head bobbing up and down furiously.
Hermione's tongue swirled around Daphne's cock, and Daphne's back arched as she rapidly approached her peak. Having a gorgeous witch and her slut boyfriend servicing you led to a quicker orgasm after all.
"I'm coming, you sluts," Daphne's moans turned higher and breathy, as she grabbed Hermione's head, beginning to hump the witch's face, and she was forced to take it.
Daphne felt all her twisted, depraved dreams come true as she facefucked her biggest rival, having her slobbering over her cock.
Daphne thrust hard as she finally hit her peak, her back arching, thighs quivering slightly. She didn't even give Granger time to be ready, and she'd already shot several strands of cum inside her mouth before Granger could hastily pull back.
Hermione's eyes fluttered shut, feeling Daphne spurt ropes across her pretty face.
Hermione opened her eyes to give Daphne a death stare, to which Daphne simply gave a pleased, superior smirk. Hermione's humiliated face as Daphne gave her a facial was something she'd treasure forever.
Harry tilted Hermione's chin, and Hermione's gaze instantly softened, closing her eyes as her lover kissed her passionately, the kiss turning heated as Hermione shared Daphne's cum with Harry. The mere sight caused her cock to twitch, loving the hot interplay between the couple.
Having your boyfriend taste your rival's cum off your tongue must be a humiliating experience for sure.
An idea began forming in Daphne's head, and she smirked at the thought of it.
"Potter, get on all fours."
The couple separated, an angry glint back in Hermione's eye as Harry complied, turning around, presenting his ass to her.
Daphne bit her lip, getting on her knees to slap Potter's ass, causing him to gasp.
"Such a nice ass, wouldn't you agree, Hermione? Maybe you'd enjoy watching me fuck his little sissy hole,"
Hermione grit her teeth. "F-Fuck you."
Daphne simply smiled, resting her cock on his ass, tapping it. "You'd love to see me pound his tight ass, wouldn't you?"
"No," Hermione spat. "I'd rather you were nowhere near him."
"Hm, we can't have that now. How about you go over at that end and let Potter suck you off, and you can pretend I'm not railing him to heaven."
Hermione felt like a pet as she was ordered around, made to crawl to the other side by Daphne. The dominance she'd displayed so far was simply menacing, and she seemed to take great pride and pleasure in making Harry and Hermione her sluts.
However, Hermione simply couldn't deny how much it had turned her on to be forced to watch Harry suck her off, and to be facefucked by a dominant, hung witch.
Hermione stood on her knees in front of Harry, her cock bobbing inches from his face, however, he looked up at her, smiling. Hermione's gaze softened, and she cupped his face.
Her gaze flicked upwards to see Daphne grip his waist, prodding his tight hole with her cock, before slowly pushing in. Harry's jaw dropped, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he moaned, feeling her fill him up.
Hermione hated and loved that expression at the same time, and the shame and embarrassment turned her on so bad. Her cock was throbbing, and she needed release more than ever.
Daphne fully sheathed herself inside Harry and let out a moan, loving the way his ass constricted around her hard cock. "Fuck, you're so tight," Daphne moaned.
Daphne remained there for a second, before pulling out and pushing back in again, her navel pushing against Harry's ass.
Harry looked to be in heaven, releasing little moans as he was penetrated. "So big," he gasped.
Hermione growled, before grabbing his jaw and pushing her cock against his lips, making his eyes widen before her cock was forced inside his mouth. She'd never been this rough with him before, but Daphne's actions fueled the lustful anger inside her, making her act more assertive.
Soon, Harry was stuffed on both ends, his nose pressed against Hermione's pubes as Daphne began to move in and out, her large cock stuffing him, hitting his prostate. His own cock and balls flopped uselessly below, a reminded of his true place as a sissy slut in front of Daphne and even Hermione.
"Fuck, you love this, don't you Potter, being fucked by a bigger girl, being shown how much of a slut you are?"
Harry could do nothing but moan, which was muffled by Hermione's cock. Hermione, too, began to thrust in and out of his mouth, loving the wet, lewd sounds that came out as her cock was coated in his slobber.
"Oh Harry, your mouth is so good-" Hermione gasped.
But Daphne then started to go to town, and the lewd sound of clapping echoed throughout the room as she pounded Harry's ass, her thighs smacking against his ass as he got railed by the blonde. Daphne let out breathy moans as she thrust in and out of him, making the boy's eyes roll to the back of his head.
His thighs began to shake as he was approaching climax, and Hermione felt him grip her to steady himself. Harry's cock spurted out his seed, shooting strands on the floor beneath him, yet Daphne still wasn't done, and neither was Hermione.
Hermione thrust in his mouth harder, facefucking him, and Harry was further emasculated as her balls slapped against his chin, drool slipping from between his lips.
Daphne was once again forcing hard eye contact as she moaned, railing him hard, and Hermione lost the battle, throwing her head back, her body shaking slightly as she began to come undone. Her legs shook as Harry sucked her harder, her thrusts turning sloppy, until she was more desperately humping his face, his slobber having made a mess, leaving her pubic area sticky.
Daphne's hard, sultry gaze pierced through her, and the blonde gripped Harry's ass hard, as if to say, He's mine now, and so are you.
Hermione grabbed her breast, rubbing her nipple, the added spark of stimulation pushing her over the edge as she and her boyfriend were completely dominated by Daphne. She came the hardest she'd had as Daphne stared her down, her cock shooting her cum straight down Harry's throat.
Hermione pulled out, her cock coated in a mixture of her cum and Harry's spit as her semen dripped down his chin, coating it white.
She kneeled further to kiss him passionately, and he reciprocated as Hermione felt Harry's body rocking with Daphne's thrusts. Hermione moaned as her tongue rubbed against Harry's, tasting herself, loving the slutty, shameless sensation. The two shared a hot cumkiss which left them both reeling.
Daphne could sense that Harry had already become her cockslut. No matter what, Hermione could never exercise such control over him. She could never use him like he was being used right now.
Daphne was rapidly approaching her orgasm, because Harry had started to rock back against her, creating an amazing sensation as both of them collided halfway. Her cock was absolutely pounding his prostate.
"Fuck, Potter, I'm coming, take it like the sissy you are!"
Daphne's back arched, pleasure washing over her mind, making her blank out for a second as Potter constricted around her hard, as if milking out all of her cum. The dam burst and she thrust inside him one final time before keeling over, wrapping her arms around his slender frame as she emptied herself within him, and Potter gladly took it, like her cumdump.
She spurted rope after rope deep within him, his stomach bulging slightly from the sheer amount she shot inside. In the end, all of them were panting hard, their skin glistening with sweat, the room filled with musk and the scent of sex.
Daphne pulled out, sitting on her heels, enjoying the handiwork as her cum dripped out of Potter's abused hole, trailing down his ballsack.
"Granger, clean us up,"
And as Hermione crawled forward, running a hand up her thigh before kissing up to her cock, then wrapping her lips around it, slurping off her cum before reaching back to lick off her boyfriend's asshole, she knew that even Hermione had become her little cumslut.
As she quickly got dressed, she noticed the two were still naked.
"Where are your clothes?" she asked.
Harry and Hermione blushed. "We used this,"
Harry held up a shimmering fabric.
"Invisibility cloak?"
Harry just nodded.
Daphne smirked. "Smart. I'll let you know when I need you both again."
"Again?" Harry seemed rather excited by the prospect, even Hermione, though her reaction was rather toned.
"What, you thought it was a one-time thing?" Daphne smirked, turning around to shut the door as she walked back to the dungeons, happy at having completed a successful bout of patrolling.